Nothing Was Unusual

the whole day
was like a whore
nothing special really
nothing so
significant like
something that may
stop my world
from spinning
everything is so boring
and unimportant
until then
when your hands
touch mine

(did you do it
with intention?)

(I did not, really,
i did not, but there
is something there
that was not there
before)

(am i sick
and sentimental?)

today i will let it pass.
let this be nothing.
but tomorrow when
you touch my hands
again,
i will not guess.

i will ask you
(are you seducing me?)

(am i getting old
not to notice this
kind of
body sale?)

tomorrow i will not let this pass.
i will not ask you.

i will get a confirmation.
(will you kiss me on the lips?)

is love an issue here?
i will not ask you.

tomorrow, if this continues,
i will give you a note.

share my bed with me.
tonight,10 pm sharp.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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